Although it is difficult to imagine the change of attitude of the old man before and after the prophet, Sun Wen was still accompanied by Bismarck and Richelieu. Although Sun Wen could see that the aborigines' obsession with the altar was obviously extraordinary, even if the prophet was overpowered and there were two fake divine messengers supporting Sun Wen's scene, there were still people who objected to visiting the sacred mountain outside of the sacrifice.

Sun Wen was not very anxious about this, but he didn't know why the prophet couldn't wait for the regular sacrifice three days later, and insisted on setting off despite the dissuasion of the leaders and even the young priests who were dressed like him.

Since it was not a sacrificial understanding, there was no one accompanying them up the mountain, but for Sun Wen, the danger of going deep into the rainforest this time was much less than when he had explored the way to this tribe before. Unlike when they came to the tribe, the roads here were leveled and tamped, and although they were only three or four people wide, they led straight to the distant peaks.

The prophetic old man led the way in front, his steps were fast and he didn't say a word, except for the occasional stop to catch his breath because he couldn't stand it, Sun Wen, who followed his footsteps all the way, even thought that the other party was a sturdy middle-aged man.

Seeing that the interval between the old man stopping and resting was getting shorter and shorter, Sun Wen took a bottle of soda from Bismarck and walked up, "Why are you in such a hurry?" He opened the soda and took a sip of it to the old man before continuing, "What do you know?" The ...... of those tribes," Sun Wen said, pausing for a moment to think about his words before continuing, "It seems that there are many fewer people in the tribe than you know!" ”

"I'll tell you everything I know about Kukulkan when I prove that you know the guards of Kukulkan." After the old man finished speaking, he took a sip like Sun Wen, but he choked on the bubbles and coughed again and again.

"Drink slowly." Sun Wen said and muttered in a funny whisper, "Hasn't Dan Qingye been here?" You've never even seen sparkling water, a prophet? ”

"Prophet? If it were a prophet, he wouldn't even be able to see the future clearly! The old man shook his head, "Although we have chosen to forget many things in order to fight against the cruel environment, the prophets who are dedicated to keeping secrets have not been in the ignorance for generations. As he spoke, he paused and glanced back at Sun Wen, and then couldn't help but shift his gaze to Richelieu's blonde hair, "At least, we know our name, not an ignorant prophet, but a technologist who has lost his technology." ”

"Techno?"

The old man didn't mean to continue talking, he drank the soda from the bottle, then hiccuped and continued to walk in the direction of the top of the mountain.

Sun Wen followed behind the old man of the prophet, but he couldn't help muttering in his heart, a primitive tribe that had the word technologist thousands of years ago made him feel like he had fallen into the valley of uncanny, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt. He deliberately slowed down and walked over to Richelieu and Bismarck's side and asked them for their opinions: "Do you think there will be any problems with the old man's technical officer?" ”

"Maybe it's a lost civilization, right? At least at this level, there should be no threat. Richelieu's answer was more out of consideration for Sun Wen's safety, although she also muttered a little about this word in her heart, but it was more important for her to protect the lord.

Bismarck's concerns were more offensive and military than Richelieu's focus, "Sir, I very much agree with the point in your mind, that is, the place we are in should be used by the higher civilizations to exile the people, and this closed situation may also be created by that race!" ”

"Deliberately made?" Sun Wen frowned, "How can this be made?" ”

Bismarck pointed to the old man and the mountain in front of him, and spat out two of the most familiar words: "Deep sea." ”

"Impossible!"

"It's just a corollary." Bismarck looked left and right, and then continued to Richelieu and Sun Wen who came up, "The resentment of the deep sea here is more aggressive, and the high-level deep sea is often more manic. ”

Bismarck paused for a moment before continuing, "Remember Friday? On our side, the deeper the sea tends to evolve, the more intelligent it is, but here it is the opposite, the lower level of the deep sea retains more of the biological instinct, and this instinct has been further revived after you replaced the deep sea resentment feed with ordinary food, sir! ”

"Friday?" Richelieu asked, then frowned, "My lord, are you in danger again?" I ......"

Sun Wen interrupted Richelieu's words with a wave of his hand, and as he walked, he pondered Bismarck's astonishing reasoning, and finally asked with some astonishment: "Then why is that?" There has to be a purpose, right? ”

"Maybe it's to make sure there's enough living space, or to screen for good genes, or just to have fun, anything goes." Bismarck said as he raised his hand to the smoking active volcano, "If you're lucky, sir, you'll soon find out." ”

Along the mountain road, Sun Wen occasionally observed the increasingly dense stone monuments erected on both sides of the road, but did not take the initiative to speak, until he walked to the so-called altar and saw the real back.

Under the background of the large lapels with lilac stripes on the black background on the shoulders that look very thin, the short gray-white hair of the ship girl in front of her is a particularly pitiful feeling. It looked like it was very rusted, and although it was behind her back, it couldn't even hide the lilac navel sailor suit below her shoulders, and the chains that connected the opponent's limbs and the iron pier under the seat with the thickness of her thumb condensed this weak temperament into a charm with a sense of taboo.

"Prophet Grandpa, have you come to bring me fish?" Xiaoyue, who was sitting with her back to Sun Wen in front of the slate, heard the sound but didn't look back, she just left a mark on the slate with the red stone in her hand, and said in a weak tone, "Or is that day finally here." ”

The old man didn't answer the words of the ship lady, and he even turned all his attention to Sun Wen after hearing the other party's words.

Under the gaze of the prophet and the old man, including Richelieu and Bismarck, Sun Wen stepped forward, he stood beside Xiaoyue, looked at the graffiti on the stone tablet that seemed to be a human figure, and asked her softly, "Xiaoyue, is it you?" ”

The ship's mother heard the word Xiaoyue, her right hand trembled, and a long red strip like a knife mark was drawn on the white humanoid graffiti, she put down her hand and turned around to take a sneaky look at Sun Wen, her face first couldn't help showing a happy expression, and then it was replaced by a kind of fear or loneliness.

"Type B destroyer - Yoizuki. I'm sorry...... I seem to be late. Xiaoyue said something to Sun Wen inexplicably, and then she frowned and stood up as if she was in some pain, stretched out her hands to Sun Wen, and said something that surprised everyone: "This ...... Unknown Admiral, could you please dismantle Yotsuki as agreed? ”